Happy Friday, everybody! Today has been a challenging week, and I'm so happy to kick back and relax with the critters this long weekend.
This weekend I have a few goals:
1. Organize my clothes. This will be challenging, as I am between sizes but can't hang on to everything because there isn't room in my closet. Also, I find having too many things in my closet ends up stressing me out in the mornings; I never know what to wear. I think if I can actually do a good purge, my morning routine will be a lot less hectic.
2. Make it to the gym. It's a three day weekend, so I think getting there at least once should be a manageable goal.
3. Try a new recipe. It is my mum's birthday and we're having a BBQ for her, so I'm going to try a new broccoli slaw recipe. If it is any good I'll post it on here!
Anyway, that's it for me. No more long to do lists that never get completed.
Hope you have a great weekend!
Friday, 18 May 2012
Saturday, 5 May 2012
While lounging alone, catching up on my favorite blogs, I stumbled upon this article in the New York Times, on the freedom and perils of living alone, and the many eccentricities that can be unleashed without that social check and balance of another person to keep things on the straight and narrow.
The article tells tales of one woman who only removes her clothes on an as needed basis from the dryer, and another who runs on the spot during tv commercials.
I've been thinking about things I do that I probably wouldn't if I was in shared quarters, here's a small list...
1) I take all morning to get fully dressed. Even if I don't shower, I prefer to make coffee, do my makeup, watch the news, partially dressed. I only ever finish right before leaving the house.
2) I have conversations with my cats while using the bathroom. The door is never shut.
3) I never put my groceries away the second I get home. I like to come in, put the cold stuff in the fridge, but then I'll take a break to check the news or sit down and call a friend before putting the dry stuff away.
4) I take off my pantyhose the second I walk in the door from work. The very second.
Charlotte, one of the characters from Sex and the City, once revealed in an episode she missed being able to stare at her pores in the mirror. This is something I've never wanted to do, but I can sympathise. I am sure if I lived with someone, my bathroom conversations with Chuck and Yoko would have to stop.
What do you think? Do you live alone and love being able to drink from the milk carton? Or are you married and sometimes wish you could just trim your toenails in private?